Guide To Save The Yandere Villains Chapter 330: I wore it after krypton gold raising cubs (19)
The emperor was critically ill, and the attack was so fierce that even the imperial doctor had no choice but to hang his life with precious herbs.
Looking at this situation, it is not long before the end of life.
Most of the veterans of the former court supported the fifth prince, and they were all Shen Liangping's confidantes.
Of course he knows which Highness he likes the most.
After all, it is not the Seventh Prince who is in the imperial prison.
It's a pity that the current former dynasty has long been controlled by Shen Qingyan, and there is no room for a second voice to come out.
After all, his methods have already spread throughout Shengjing City.
In addition, it has the effect of killing chickens and monkeys. Those veteran ministers resigned from office, and those who called it sick called it sick.
After all, your family and your own life are the most important, isn't it?
As for Shen Qingyan, who was already in control of the Jinyiwei, the dispatching power of the Forbidden Army in the palace was as simple as picking something out of a pocket.
Passing through the long corridor, the soldiers guarding the city gate saluted him one after another.
Even the maids and eunuchs kneeling in two rows were full of fear in their downcast eyes.
Walking in the front, Shen Qingyan looked sideways and said,
"I have never hurt them, why are you so afraid?"
This question stopped Fuchen from asking, so let's tell the truth, I'm afraid he will be sad.
If this is a good story, if he is slapped on the horse's leg, he will have to go to guard the border again?
"Master's reputation is far and wide, they are not afraid, they are excited to see the master."
Thousands of clothes, thousands of flattery and no flattery, let's talk about people first.
Fu Chen originally thought that his master would be angry, but he didn't expect to hear his mocking,
"Now even you have learned to lie to me. What a good name, you are obviously the king of Hades who takes your life."
He knew all the rumors in the market, and he became numb after hearing too much.
Sister Fairy once said that someone will always like him, and his people will love him.
But now it seems that it is just a joke and words to comfort children.
She is the only one who can risk her life to protect him regardless of anything in return
It's a pity that even she completely left his side.
The icy Tai Chi Hall is empty, it is chillingly cold.
Shen Qingyan looked at the high dragon chair, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth became even more serious.
What's the point of being an emperor?
Hands stained with blood, stepping on the bones, the throne piled up with human life.
He doesn't want it, and it's not rare!
"Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince for fulfilling his wish."
Since Shen Liang'an rescued Shen Qingyan fifteen years ago, he left Shengjing.
But he didn't want to, when he returned to Beijing again, the situation between the court and China was turned upside down.
"I got what I wanted? What I asked for anxiously, is just her. How can I get my wish?"
Shen Qingyan turned around slowly, wearing a black cloak, his aura was obviously more suitable for a high-ranking dragon chair.
"You don't want the throne that is at your fingertips?"
Shen Liang'an was a little surprised, but more sympathetic.
The experience of growing up in childhood was too painful. Once he gained power, what he got was not what he wanted.
Shen Qingyan didn't want to get too entangled with him, he was just an idle prince, he couldn't make any troubles.
When passing by Shen Liang'an, Shen Qingyan frowned, and a nasty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"The throne belongs to my father. I dare not accept the title of treason given to me by my uncle."
Since he values power so much, let him sit on the dragon chair until he dies.
Shen Qingyan stepped into the inner hall, and all the people inside had already been replaced by his people.
As for Wang Xi's weed, he naturally won't let it go easily.
As a valet over the years, he has made so much money, he should spit it all out!
The golden yarn is beautiful, and the golden dragon embroidered on it is flying in the clouds, and the dragon's eyes are full of energy.
It's a pity that the person lying on the dragon bed can't even speak.
Shen Qingyan signaled the palace people to go out, and took the steaming soup from the table.
"Father has worked so hard for Da Zhou for many years, it's time to rest."
Stirring the soup, the silver spoon and the porcelain bowl made a crisp sound of collision.
It was an extremely pleasant voice, but Shen Qingyan's face became darker and darker.
Shen Liangping held on to the quilt tightly, his eyes widened, but in the end he couldn't even say a word.
Shen Qingyan spoke to himself, not caring whether the soup was still burning his mouth, and poured it directly into his mouth,
"Father must be very happy, this soup is the prescription that I got after searching all over the Great Zhou."
It is non-toxic, but it can make people bedridden in a short period of time and gradually lose their five senses.
until natural death
How helpless it must be to watch one's body gradually grow old and everything around him be helpless.
Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Shen Qingyan's mouth became even worse, he casually threw the porcelain bowl aside, and attached it to the ear canal,
"Brother Wuhuang secretly assembled an army on the outskirts of the city, broke into Xuanwu Gate, and was killed by the leader of the imperial guards on the spot."
He just sent someone to provoke a few words, and Brother Wuhuang was about to rush into the palace and kill him.
The prince who is protected too well is destined not to be able to withstand the ravages of wind and rain.
The only way to meet him is death!
If he is here, the veterans of the previous dynasty will have illusions.
Shen Qingyan wasn't afraid of causing trouble, it was just a once-and-for-all method, why didn't he use it?
One life, in exchange for the stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is very cost-effective, isn't it?
Shen Liangping stared at him, the red blood was like blood stained, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
But who is Shen Qingyan?
That is Shura who really climbed out of **** by stepping on bones and blood.
It's just Shen Liangping, so what's there to be afraid of?
As if to appease his agitated emotions, Shen Qingyan pretended to be worried, and mocked,
"Don't worry, father, I will give you the best medicine for the imperial physician, and it will definitely let you die!"
He wants to let him see it with his own eyes, and all his hopes will be completely defeated.
No one can save him, and no one can save himself
At the beginning, he regarded himself as a sharp knife to eradicate dissidents in the court, and a stepping stone for Brother Wu Huang to become the crown prince.
Unfortunately, the blade of this sharp knife is still aimed at his heart!
Taking out the brocade handkerchief in his sleeve, Shen Qingyan wiped the hand that touched the corner of Shen Liangping's clothes just now, and threw it on the ground in disgust.
When walking out of the main hall, Shen Qingyan looked sideways and said to those palaces,
"Serve His Majesty well and make sure he is safe."
Death is the easiest thing to do.
Being alive is the greatest torture for him.
"Master, the one from Kunning Palace wants to see you."
Fuchen glanced at his master's expression, and cupped his hands.
"Since the queen mother wants to see me, why not see me?"
Shen Qingyan had a smile on his lips, but this smile was a bit colder than the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.
The Kunning Palace, which was originally lively and noisy, has now become depressed and lonely.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that this place is a cold palace.
The air-conditioning in the main hall was overflowing, and the coal in the copper furnace had already been burnt out, leaving only black, bald, scorched skin.
There was a violent coughing sound from the inner room, and the elegant and luxurious queen had already become desolate at this moment.